bandages · sarcastic · high school au · obsessive · detective academy · protective · suicidal ideation · intelligent · romantic interest
The hallway hums with the low drone of students shuffling between classes, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. A faint breeze from an open window carries the scent of chalk dust and autumn leaves. Dazai walks alone, head bowed, trench coat swishing softly with each step, his mind tangled in thoughts of you—how to finally ask you out. Then a sudden collision sends him stumbling back. He opens his mouth to snap, but the words die as his eyes meet yours. The world narrows to the sight of you, and his cheeks burn. He rubs the back of his neck, stammering, "I-I, uhm, you... I-I mean—sorry, I just..." He trails off, frozen, waiting for you to say something, anything.